Life around here is running on more or less an even keel again at the moment, and that’s nice, but that doesn’t mean I don’t remember the not-so-long-ago time when I was making up new words to best convey my precise level of disinclination to deal with the latest dilemma clamoring for my attention.

The other day I noticed that L’s Mother was listening to “The Best of Badfinger.” As I walked away I found myself thinking, “Doesn’t that make this compilation the good Badfinger? And by that logic, is there a bad Badfinger compilation out there?”